Chapter 25
twenty-five
Friends with Benefits
The truck ride back is filled with music and way too much Boogling on “How to ask for casual sex.” Most of the articles just say “Go for it! Be honest, up-front, and set boundaries.”
Honest. Up-front. Boundaries.
I’m asking for casual sex.
We’re pulling into the gravel drive at the back of the shop well before I’m ready to face Bastian, but it’s too bad. I hop out of the truck and linger on the passenger’s side as I hear Drew and Bastian coming out to help unload the content.
I look down at my phone again, at the article titled “No Strings, Only O’s.” The woman who wrote this probably has the most incredible body count because she doesn’t have a single confidence issue to speak of. Maybe I could just pretend to be her.
I’m confident. I have a huge body count, and I can get sex whenever and wherever I want. I am a sex goddess. Everyone wants to have sex with me.
“Cait?” Bastian calls, snapping me from the mantra.
I look up with a “Hmm?”
He’s just as charismatic and gorgeous in his human form, wearing that sly smirk that says he knows what’s going on in my head.
“What are you reading back here?” he asks.
I stuff my phone in my pocket. “An article.”
“On a sexual deviant?”
I scowl. “No…”
He raises his eyebrows and murmurs, “Everyone wants to have sex with me?”
Bouncing ballsack butt fuck. I really, really, need to learn to keep my inner monologue, inner.
“We should move stuff,” I say, gesturing to the back of the truck.
I hurry around the back and grab a box with cute knickknacks and then hustle toward the shop, my face on fire. Bastian’s hum of laughter behind me sets a flock of birds free in my stomach. They’re angry birds. Squawking loudly and shitting everywhere, making a mess of my insides.
I keep my head down as I move through the hall into the main shop—and then my heart stops.
It’s unrecognizable.
The wood is polished with a dark, chestnut glow. Gold accents every shelf. So. Many. Shelves. All of them are perfectly imperfect, different shapes, sizes, and widths. The ramp on the left is three levels, all at the right shallow grade for a wheelchair. It has traction strips at the bottom…
Beside the ramp is the darkened entrance to the explicit romance section. There’s an artfully cut plank of wood resting on the floor beside the opening, just waiting for my personal touch.
It looks exactly like my Pindmess board. My vision that I stayed up countless nights cobbling together.
“How?” I ask, a tear sliding down my cheek.
“Surprise,” Drew shouts as he comes in behind me. He and Bastian are carrying the red velvet chaise.
The box slips from my hands and Bastian disappears in a blink, reappearing at my feet to catch it. I stare down at him in wonder, my tears of joy so hot and unstoppable.
“We’re gonna go now,” Renee chirps. “See you later byeeee!”
The door slams shut, followed quickly by Renee hooting loudly.
My head is light and I realize I’m not breathing.
I wobble as I take a deep gasp. Bastian sets the box aside and steadies me, putting a hand on my hip.
I hold on to his shoulders as I tremble.
The flock of birds in my stomach are going berserk.
“Do you like it?” he asks. “Andrew described the images to me, and I did my best—”
I collapse against him, my face hitting his shoulder so hard I see stars for a second. He envelops me in a tight hug as he chuckles.
“I, love it,” I say in halting breaths. “I love it so much.”
My nerves are all on fire and I need to do something for him, anything just to show him how much this means.
And then it hits me.
I can introduce friends with benefits and show my gratitude at the same time.
“I want to fuck around,” I say, pulling back. “With you.”
He tilts his head, but there’s a knowing smirk on his lips and in his tone. “Oh? Elaborate.”
I am a sex goddess.
“I’m going to say thank you for all of this with my mouth,” I say, pushing him back. “Around your cock.”
He slides his legs out from under him and leans back against the shimmering polished wood. “Is that so?”
“I’m not trying to seduce you. I just want to fuck around, like the other night in the bathroom,” I say. “Do you want that?”
His expression flattens for a moment and my confidence wavers. He bites his lower lip and hooks his thumb in the band of his sweatpants.
“Just fucking around?”
I nod, eagerly, my mouth pooling with saliva.
He leans back on his elbow and pushes his pants down, stopping just shy of exposing himself.
“Finish,” he says, his expression sultry and his tone dark.
A thrill runs down my spine to my fingertips. I get on my knees and crawl over him, earning a pleased huff of breath from his smirking lips. My hands are shaking as I reach for the band of his pants. I run my fingers over the sharp lines of his pale hips, then stop.
“Change back?” I ask.
“You don’t like my pink flesh?” he asks in a teasing lilt.
“It’s gorgeous,” I say, and he grins smugly. “But I want to see you. Taste you.”
His smile fades to something hotter, needier, and hungry. Then his skin shimmers with black ink, washing across his body as he grows and changes, becoming the dragon when I first met him—well, second met.
“Is this really what you look like?” I ask.
He shakes his head.
“Then…keep changing,” I say, my heart thundering.
He shakes his head again, slower. “You couldn’t fit my real cock in your mouth, Kitty.”
The vision of him thrusting into my open mouth, making me stretch as wide as I can, has my core aching. I want to try, but something about his posture, the way he’s closing off, makes me hold back from asking again. This will do, for now, but one day, I want to see that giant cock.
I brush his hips again, this time feeling the texture of his golden scales. They’re smooth, but solid, like little plates of armor. I slip under the band of his pants and begin to tug them down.
His cock stretches downward, caught on the edge of the sweats from being erect. He’s hard from just me talking, and touching his hips. From just the sight of me crawling over him. It lights an insatiable hunger in me that mirrors the expression in his gaze.
The pants reach his thighs and his cock breaks free, slapping against his stomach. The underside is scaled, but in a completely different pattern than the rest of his body. It’s thicker, wider, diamond shaped plates that form a line from his frenulum to his…knot.
I thought it was a thing of fantasy, and wolves, but here he is with a swollen base that’ll for sure stretch me to my limit, and then lock us together. My pussy throbs as the muscles clench around nothing.
I rest my hand on his thigh and run the other up his shaft, feeling those plates of armor. They’re just as smooth as his other scales, but softer. Instead of armor, they’re more like rubber. It’s the closest equivalent I can comprehend as I caress up and down his shaft.
Bastian lets out a deep breath, and I spare him a glance. He’s watching me with heavy-lidded intensity, his elbows braced on the floor with his hands balled into fists. Warmth radiates from my pussy through my belly and my muscles clench.
I hold him gently as I inspect the rest of him. His head is a deep pink, almost purple, and thick veins pulse along the sides of his shaft. The knot is squishy right now, but I know when he comes, it’ll get firm. I saw it the other night in the bathroom.
He’s hairless, and so smooth, I can’t help but cup his balls with my other hand just to feel him. They’re hot and heavy in my hands, the skin delightfully textured with scales. I caress and tug gently, earning a grunt from Bastian.
“Done exploring yet?” he asks with snark.
“So impatient,” I tease, raising an eyebrow. “This is my gratitude blowjob, Basty Boy, I’ll go about it how I please.”
With that, I lean down and stick out my tongue. He sucks in a breath as I lick him from balls to tip. The exhale of that breath is a curse, or maybe a prayer, in a language I don’t know. I lick him again, flicking side to side as I drive up his shaft, then circle his head.
He whispers my name, his clenched fists shaking.
“You can touch me,” I say.
He reaches for my face immediately, his thumb sliding over my bottom lip as his palm cups my cheek. I want to lean into it, but I ignore the touch and focus on his cock. I swirl my tongue over his head again, then flicking through his slit. His claws prick my temple as his hand flexes.
“You’re very skilled,” he says on a heady breath.
I smile, then dive over him with my open mouth until he hits the back of my throat. He curses again and his other hand digs into the wood floor, making deep furrows. I close around him, relishing the sensation of the strange and the new. I wet his shaft thoroughly before sliding off him with a pop.
I grip him firmly, holding his knotted base as I give an exploratory pump. His abs tremble and his exhale is shaky. I fist him a little harder, just to test his boundary, and he groans.
“You like it tight?” I ask, my breath fanning over the head of his cock.
“Yes,” he breathes.
“Tighter?” I ask.
He licks his bottom lip and nods.
I squeeze harder and pump him again. He drops his head back but snaps it up quickly, not wanting to miss a second. His claws tickle across my scalp with so much restraint. There’s longing in his eyes to grip me just as hard as I’m gripping him.
I lower my mouth and start to work him in time with my hand.
He groans deeply and fists my hair. The prickle of pain on my scalp feels so fucking good.
I know I’m a blowjob queen, it was what kept my failing relationship together so long, but to get this confirmation from Bastian makes me feel like a fucking goddess.
I hollow my cheeks as I take him to the back of my throat. His hips flex and his legs curl around me, tucking me closer to him. And then I feel his tail slithering up the inside of my leg.
“Yes?” he asks—practically begs—as the tip of his tail swishes side to side on my inner thigh.
I hum in agreement as I slide up his shaft and he curses again, this time in English. His tail presses hard against my pussy through my clothes, causing a zing of pleasure to spiral out of me in a moan. I rock backward instinctively, rubbing myself against him.
“Pull your stockings down,” he commands, his jaw flexing.
I take my hand off his sack and pull my leggings and panties down. His tail invades my sex before I’ve even reached my mid-thigh. He paints a long line up and down my center, spreading my slickness with thick swipes.
“So wet,” he murmurs. “All because of me?”
I suck him down again as I cup his balls, but he stops me, holding my hair tight.
“Answer, Kitty. Is all this arousal because my cock is in your mouth?”
I hum affirmative again and he gives me a sultry smile. His tail presses on my clit with perfect pressure and I release him for a breath. He grabs my chin, keeping my mouth off him.
“What’s got you so wet? Tell me, explicitly,” he says as his tail begins to vibrate.
I shudder from the intensity, my orgasm building so fast it seems impossible, but unstoppable.
“I…like seeing you like this,” I say. “I like knowing I’m making you hard, making you claw the floor, making your muscles shake.”
He slides his thumb into my mouth and I accept it, sucking greedily.
“You like having me in your mouth? Like feeling me with your tongue?” he asks, but I know he’s not really asking.
I circle his finger, feeling the sharp point of the talon, as I hum again.
He removes his thumb and grips my throat, making me gasp.
“You like this, too, don’t you?” he asks, putting just enough pressure on my jugular to make me see stars. The sensation makes my body weak and my pussy weep.
He groans in pleasure. “Yes, you do.”
I grab his cock in both hands, squeezing him tightly. He bares his teeth and flexes into my hands as I pump him hard and fast. His tail ascends to a new harmonic, creating a buzz that makes me lose awareness of the world, of anything but him.
Without his hand around my neck, I’d be collapsing onto him, unable to withstand the intensity of pleasure. But he holds me up, and I pump him faster, my saliva slicked hands gliding over his diamond plates. I’m so close, but have no idea where he is, so I pull out my last weapon.
I twist, opposite directions with each hand, as I stroke him harder.
His hand tightens on my neck. “I’m going to ruin that pretty blouse or your mouth, your choice.”
“Mouth,” I moan, my entire body shaking on the brink.
He growls as he drags me down onto his cock.
I take him into me and cry at the immediate shift of intensity in his tail.
His hand moves from my throat to the back of my neck, forcing me down on him.
The authority in his eyes as he thrust up into my mouth makes me quiver.
I can’t hold on and I’m the one supposed to be getting him off.
“I’m going to mark you from mouth to cunt,” he groans. “Every fucking inch of you belongs to me.”
Suddenly, there’s something else pushing against my pussy. The tip of his tail is still vibrating on my clit but something that’s definitely him is pushing into me. It stays just an inch inside, not pressing further, and begins to hum.
Coiled pressure detonates in my core and I spasm, curling forward. I cry out around his cock, squeezing him even harder with both hands as I twist. He keeps a strong hold on the back of my neck as he fucks into my mouth, punishing me with delightful dominance.
He rips out the board beside him as he roars, surrendering to my ministrations. The first spray of his hot cum hits the roof of my mouth and slides over my tongue, bringing the taste of…salted caramel? I groan as I swallow and he coats my mouth again.
He thrusts hard and I let him in deeper, releasing one of my hands to take him in. He comes again, and again. Each swallow of his sweet release brings my pleasure plateau back up to new heights until I’m coming undone with his cock in my throat and his knot pressing against my lips.
He pulls me off him and I suck down a deep gasp, my mouth hanging open. I’m absolutely boneless.
He circles his legs as he sits up, pulling me into the cradle of his lap. My leggings are up around my hips again somehow, and I’m curled against his bare chest. The delirium of the moment isn’t escaping me.
“What’s hapnin,” I try to ask with my tired mouth.
His claws slide along my scalp as he chuckles. “This is just what it’s like to drink dragon cum.”
I huff because laughing is so much effort. “Serve me’yup summa that every night befer bed.”
I sense the touch of his lips on my forehead as darkness clouds my vision.
“As you wish.”